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A Game is a Foot!

All my submissions for Conquest 2008 are in.

The next of the Friday Night Poker Club series is the Heroes Edition. I'm doing a sequel to Dead Reckoning called The Ferryman's Fee, and a new Amber game based on the Canon universe called ...the sound of pigeons on the Champs-Elysées.

However, this year I'm not going it alone, and I'm also involved in Don't Mention the War with Travis (travisjhall) and Seikyooiddi Bugaku with Nick Argall (nicked_metal) and Peter Strong.

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pastryproducts
Dec. 2nd, 2007 11:19 am (UTC)
The Mik clause made me laugh so much that strange mewing sounds came from the rear of my pants. I'll have to book my character now, purchase enough goldfish, and ensure I have the correct tie...


...and I will have the morter and pestle if need be*.

*This comment is not intended for the humour of Random, but in fact for the lovely GM which it was inflicted upon in the first Yuu Section game. Should that particular person read it, remember, and find mewing eminating from his pants, then take a moment to ponder if I'm serious or not...
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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